Miscellaneous things that I post. Could be deep. Could be shallow. Could be sad. Could be funny. Might even be true.
I was reading some news headlines the other day and saw a clip from the Washington Post. It said: “For the first time, scientists have grown an embryo that is part-pig, part-human. The experiment, described Thursday in the journal Cell, involves injecting human stem cells into the embryo of a pig, then implanting the embryo […]
I have been thinking about worship lately. If you lump it all together and define it as love / devotion / adoration, then it just might be the only thing we can give to God that he cannot take or get without us. Everything else is under God’s sovereign control. He owns everything. He even
Dear Father, help us to love completely, give freely, and rejoice abundantly.
It is supposed to rain tomorrow. After 42 days of dry weather and warm sunshine, I am looking forward to the rain. Tomorrow there is a near 100% chance of gray skies, rain drops, mud, soggy shoes, and humid damp basements… and it will be wonderful. I’m tempted to plan a picnic lunch tomorrow just
This past Saturday, my son brought home a little puppy who is quickly wagging and nipping her way into our hearts. Last night we elected a new president. It’s bizare to think about, but I wonder which of the two events that happened this week will effect my life more? Of course I know the
My hero of the Fall is the Spider Lilly. They shoot up from the ground, bursting forth with color and life when everything else is drying up and hiding from the coming winter. As I get older, I notice a tendency to want to sink in my cocoon and hide from the world at times.
I’m sitting on a plane, waiting on a guy to finish making a repair, so we can take off. He’s “fixing” the problem with . . . tape. It doesn’t even look like duct tape. It looks more like packing tape. Is it just me, or would it make you nervous to fly on a
I’m sitting in the middle seat of a B757, enduring a 4.5 hour flight from San Francisco to Atlanta. Somewhere one or two rows back from my luxurious accommodations in seat 40E, a young child has been crying or whining for most of the trip. I can relate. The kid is uncomfortable, tired, board, and
I saw a car with teeth. Well, not really teeth. Just the semblance of teeth. They weren’t real teeth and they didn’t work like teeth, but they looked like teeth. I took a picture. Now, when you look at the picture, you can see a car with teeth. Well, not really. You really see a